When I close my eyes I try to hide those fears.
When I whisper softly the years of my life show.
When I laid in bed at night my innocence was stripped.
When I laugh at your questions I am trying to hide.
When I take a shower I try to not look at the blood flowing down the drain.
When I write everything seems to disappear into the darkness.
When I cry I feel my silence continues while I carry all the shame.
When I die my freedom will some day come.
~*~Kesha~*~